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 | "Just" a Housewife
 
 
  Unfortunately, in order to cut corners, many of my generation put 
			their wives out to work in order to get more stuff. –
			Grandpa Davey 
 
 Believe me, we’ve had our share of stuff. As a matter of fact, we’ve 
			dumped loads of stuff in the trash before moving to Montana. Now 
			that we are here, we are accumulating more stuff. When we decide to 
			declutter or move on, we will play the “I want this stuff” and “I 
			don’t want that stuff” game once again. As a housewife, I’ve never 
			had to go out to work in order to get more stuff.
 
 It was 1973 when we got married and feminism was on the rise. It was 
			popularized that girls no longer wanted to imitate their mothers by 
			getting married, having babies, and becoming housewives. My 
			generation had decided it was wiser to get a job, become 
			self-sufficient, and delay childbirth. I too felt this peer 
			pressure, but with support and encouragement from my husband, made 
			the commitment to be a housewife.
 
 While other women made job choices, I changed diapers, cooked meals, 
			washed clothes, played room mother, chauffeured kids, and served 
			cookies and milk after school. The years passed, and with the advent 
			of newspeak, housewives became homemakers, then stay at home moms. 
			Just recently, I’ve become enlightened to the terms of retro 
			housewife and modern housewife. The former describing the 1950’s – 
			1960’s June Cleaver style. She takes care of just about everything 
			with the exception of bringing home the bacon. On the other hand, 
			the modern housewife considers herself the primary caregiver of the 
			children and that’s it. She works hard all day nurturing the kids 
			and maintaining her Internet presence. She expects her husband to 
			come home and cook a decent meal after work. As for me, I guess I’m 
			a “real” housewife. I don’t dress up or wear pearls like June, and 
			after a day of homeschool, chores, and Internet endeavors, I still 
			cook a meal for the family.
 
 I’ve come full circle. I no longer let the wise cracks, like “what 
			do you do all day?” or “do you really like doing that?” hurt my 
			feelings. As women, we should feel comfortable with ourselves and 
			not be embarrassed about being “just” a housewife. Labels don’t 
			change it or make it any more acceptable. There will be those in our 
			society that scorn, those that admire, and others that are 
			bewildered. I encourage you to embrace being a housewife, listen to 
			your heart, and enjoy life. As for the stuff, it will come.
 
 ©07/10/09
 
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